Other Visions

On my “way” to Lebanon, I expected myself to still be inclined to observing, observing people and things. This did not happen. At Montreal airport, from which I will travel to Frankfurt and then to Beirut, my eyes seemed as if they had arrived to my city before me. My eyes are not made of stone. My heart is not inanimate. I am carrying my traveling days and what joy or sadness had bathed me during them. These are with me; they will remain with me. Then, here I am (this is me), and here are those people around me at the airport. I see who and what is around me; yet, my thoughts are carrying me to other visions that never leave me. I have trained myself to live realistically. I do have longings; and I pray that they will come true. However, I am now reaching forward to the brethren whose faces are the purview of my ministry. I am returning to my place, to the land that I love, whose goodness revives me, and for which I will give an account before God. Love is more permanent than the beautiful city! I am writing these lines from a seat at the airport. I hope to read them with you all from Lebanon.